Today’s ride was going to be a projected 129 miles. Yes, 129. That was not a typo. (Someone had a case of crazy-head when planning today.)
Well here’s the skinny on what’s happened so far. We’ve changed the name from Paul Anderson Cycling Challenge to Paul Anderson Flat Tire Extravaganza, and Jake is our poster boy. Poor guy has had more flats on this trip alone than the U.S. military has had flat tops. Plus, Logan, our boss today, had a flat. In fact, that’s a trend so far: every boss this year has, up to this point, had a flat on the day he was boss.
Let’s see… there was also this time when four guys got just a smidge lost on a road with no turns. But not too lost, just a smidge… a fuzz lost. Then Nick’s father, Daniel, wrecked on a bridge (it was raining) and cut his left hand pretty good, along with some impressive scrapes on his left knee and right arm. Otherwise, he’s okay. And Charles and David got a lesson on cyclist/pedestrian relations at a bus stop.
But! On the bright side, it didn’t get over 87 degrees today with a nice wind coming from the ocean. And overcast, to boot. A beautiful day to ride (although a solid rain is falling right now whereas so far we’ve only seen a sprinkle here and there.
So, for all those praying, keep praying. For all those not praying, start.